Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.